sitting here wanting to know
where in life im goin to go
school sucks but home does too
i wanna get away, run with you
people see me smile
and they know its fake
the large scars on my body swell and ach
no one knows what you have put me through
my home life is different from what you see
tired of being so unhappy
away from all this pain, stop the crying
dont want to think about cuttin and dying
you see the marks on my arms
knowing i need help, they are alarms
why dont you help me, i need help
you watch me scream you hear me yelp
it just seems like after all of it
you dont try, you dont give a sh*t
someone will help me, i know they will
before its to late and i try to kill
i need to know if this is all your goin to do
so i can go ahead and fall again just like you
you wont help me, you wont try
this is the part where i break down and cry
i know its wrong but this is what you made
now you know why i carry a blade
i try to stop i really do
i do all of this because of you
all the pain you but me through
i hope you feel the pain too
i have to do this i know its wrong
the bad part is... its my mom

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